M. Aline

A rose

Plucked from its thorns

Dressed in white

Arrives at heaven’s gates

Awaiting the presence of a special someone

A loved one of mine

Whose middle name

Is a match

To those petals littering that golden staircase

She lived a long life

A great journey of tremendous faith

Her gingered skin glowed in the sun

Bright blue eyes shone bright

And echoes bounced off her Boston twang

In the dead of night

She affected even those far away

Loved her love so much

That when he passed

She prepared for this day

To reunite their souls

In their restful place

A place of pearls and symphonies

No more suffering or pain

Go! Walk! Run!

We’ll be fine here

But it’s your time to go

And be at peace at once

One day we’ll meet again, my dear

This I promise you